Now Perry knew something about the home room idea in high schools; but on the moment his impish brain set out upon mischief. Into his face came a well-acted look of incredulity.
"What?" he demanded. "Home runs? How can they teach that in school? Of course, we could stand some home runs. Last spring's nine was awful. But who's going to hit them? How can you teach home run hitting?"
Praska looked at him doubtfully.
"Well, who is?" Perry demanded again. "The nine didn't hit a single home run last season."
George assumed that Perry had made an honest mistake.
"Home r-o-o-m-s," he said patiently. "Everybody in school will be assigned to a room. It will be his room until his days in the school are over. Each room will have something of the motto of the Three Musketeers: 'All for one and one for all.' Every fellow will have to be true to his room, and do things for it, and fight for it"
Perry's look was appealingly innocent. "Where?"
"Where what?"
"Where will the fights be held? In the gym?"
"Fights?" All at once a dry smile wrote itself
